Judge — July 13, 1929 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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High Hat (Continued from page 21) If vou don’t want to get a hotel room for the purpose of washing your ears and changing your shirt, hie to the wa Biltmore Hotel. locker, get shaved and cleaned up, and meet your girl upstairs under the clock for a nomi (1 mean, the clean ears locker for a nominal fee.) Add_ pastimes: The new Ohmer taxi meters have a round colored disk in plain sight. When the meter's running the disk revolves. The “wheel” is divided into four quadrants of alternate red and whi “TI bet vou the price of a ride that, when we stop, white shows in the right-hand corner,” s Mac... . Red wins and Mac It's infinitely more fun tching or fumbling for © and passes an otherwise dreary Monte Carlo. Don't be a sucker! (Sorry, Miss Guinan.) Never ride in cab that doesn’t display a 15 sign—they’re the cheapest. Every ing Grand Central and Penn Stations is low-rate, so you don't have to worry, but many of the swanker hotels cater to the others (20 & 10). In this case don’t get cold feet. Walk to the corner, hail a 15 & 5 and thumb your nose at the doorman in pass- ing. ... There are a few hotels on Park Ave. that have large courts, By tipping the doorman a fin a week you can leave your automobile or bicycle there un- molested all day long. Noth- ing doing! We ain't squealers. Juper, Jn Vintacen (after several unavailing hints)—J suppose you gents is savin’ up to buy a motor-car, —Hemorist Trate Father—1 can see right through that chorus girl's in- trigue. Lovesick Son—\ know, dad, but they all dress that way now- —Tir- Bits An English magazine delights to tell this. An American tourist who had climbed Vesuvius one hot day gave a perfunctory look around when he had reached the Taking out his book, he ticked off “Vesuvius” in his itin- erary, and turning to his guide grunted “O.K." and immedi began to descend. —Boston Transcrietr crater, An Irish priest offered. six- pence to the boy who could tell him who was the greatest man in orge Washington,” an- swered another boy. “St. Patrick.” shouted a bright little Jewish boy. “The sixpence is yours,” said the priest ut why did you say St. Patric “Right down in my heart I knew it was Moses,” said the Jewish boy, “but business is busi- ness.” —Tir-Brrs Bank Manacen—Excuse me, Mrs. Smith, but this cheque of your husband's appears to have been altered, and a@ naught added after the five. les. Surtss Oh, you're going to side with him again, are you? It's disgusting the way you men stick together. —Loxpox Opinion comicbooks.com